Chapter 3 ~ The Monster's Bid
3Two days came, but it felt like an entirety after being trapped in that cage for so long. It was so cramped in there; I felt like I was in a box, except this once at least had enough air for me to breath.
At least they didn't let me starve…much. Of course, the most food I got was a stale piece of bread and old water that had lost all taste. But I think that was better than what I was expecting to get.
"It's time, girl." The short was back as my cage door was opened and bulky hands pulled me out, once again handcuffing me so I wouldn't be able to run or get too far.
The gag was still on me and had stayed on me for the last two days, except when I was given the chance to eat.
"Come on, move." He ordered, pushing me forward as I was led to the stage.
I could see people starting to gather around the stage, taking their seats in the chairs. Most were men, but there were some woman among the mix as well.
I was led to the back of the stage, behind the curtain.
"Mm…you'll definitely sell for a pretty penny, girly. Just…one more touch." The short man came closer to me with a knife in his hand and my eyes went wide.
I waited for it to the blade to touch my skin, but it didn't. Instead the man cut right through my clothing, ripping all apart. My long sleeve pink/purple top, my bra, my dark purple skirt, even my panties. He even removed my little pink-ish beret. The only thing he left on where my black lace boots with high stockings.
I was left there, naked; my face flushed deep read and I wished my hands weren't restrained so I could cover up my breasts and…down there.
"Mm…definitely going to sell well." The man winked at me before he went through the curtain as the market suddenly grew quiet and I was shoved behind him, forced on my knees and looked around at the hungry, lustfully eyes I saw in those seated.
"The first we have here for sale is new. She's a seventeen year old virgin, with the rare blood type of O-. Now she has yet to be trained and broken, making her…much less submissive than most we have around. This slave will be sold to the most abusive of Masters, to those who will not show her any kindness and treats her like the pathetic little bitch that she is." He grinned down at me, giving me that sick smile that made me shudder, before turning to the crowd. "Let's start the bidding at one-hundred dollars."
Everyone in the crowd started shouting out numbers.
"One-fifty!" A woman called out.
"Two-fifty!" A different man called out.
"Four-hundred!" It was another woman now.
"Six-hundred!" The same man from before called out again.
"One-hundred-thousand." The room went deathly silent when the voice boomed out and we all looked to the very back of the room, many gasping when they saw the man who had called out the mighty price.
I swallowed when I saw him. He was so…my god. He had such chiseled features, such incredible and smooth white skin. His hair was black and shaggy, falling into his face, covering his beautiful face some, but not enough to hide those dark red eyes that watched me with such interest…such cruelty. He wore a simple black suit, with a pair of black pants. He was just so…so beautiful. And he…he wanted me.
But…did I really want him?
Well, did I really even have a choice?
The man stared wide-eyed as the beautiful man approached me. "S…S-Sir Hades…I didn't realize you would be coming today."
The man, Hades, turned to look at the short man, arching an eyebrow. "And is that a problem, now?"
He swallowed and quickly shook his head. "N-No…of course not, Sir. It's just…she's so untrained and very…rebellious. She…she is not the proper slave for someone of your caliber, if I may be so bold."
"And who are you to question which slave I wish to purchase? Especially in my own market?!" Hades growled, looking at the man and I saw them. Two pure white, sharp fangs.
I swallowed, unable to stop staring.
He noticed and turned to look at him, meeting my eyes, as he slowly ripped the tape off, making it hurt slightly considering how long it had been over my mouth.
Did you know tape got stickier…and much more painful the more time it was left on?
"And what are you looking at, girl?"
I swallowed, trying to be scared by his proximity, by the confidence and power radiating from him, and focused more on the anger I've felt for the last two days.
"At you, you sick bastard! What kind of monster takes innocent girls off the streets to auction them off like pieces of property? You're absolutely sick!"
The rest of the room gasped and even Hades grew slightly angry. He turned away from me and to the man again, growling. "Give her to me. Now."
The man swallowed and nodded quickly, handing a set of keys – keys to the handcuffs most likely – and a collar to him.
He looked back at me with a sick looking, coming back over and clipping the cold, steel collar around my neck before attaching a leash to it. He then proceeded to gagging me once again, slapping a new piece of duct tape on my mouth.
He didn't say a word to me or anyone else and tugged at the leash, dragging me off the stage and after him as we left the market…
Who…who was this man…?
And what exactly was he going to do to me…?
